A Hairy Night
A Hairy Night
I once had a passion
Of spirits beyond
I wondered and felt
Them all around.
I studied and googled
GhostHunters I found
I sent for the workbook
My heart starts to pound.
With me and my camera
At night we did stand
To enter the cemetery
To ask “If we can”
Start feeling the cold
Hair stands on end
I now must stay calm
I’m talking to friends.
I must ask permission
Your photo to take
Are you right there?
My hand starts to shake.
I click and I click
I sing a sweet tune
I summoned the peace
Of summer’s full moon.
The chill runs beside me
My mind’s running wild
I look at the tombstones
Did I see a smile?
When fear took the rule
I left in a blink
Developed my film
And what do you think?
I stared and I stared
My photos at night
Revealed a box
The place was not right.
There in the entry
Where road enters in
Anomaly placed
Itself with a grin.
There is no item
No post or gate
This spot is empty
Day light and day late.
The chill still beside me
I sit at my desk
My photos of spirits
I finished my quest.
Now I’m a believer
All true I do swear
An orb or a vortex
It all raised my hair!
Jeralynn B. Clark
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